I'm sat here shitting myself, waiting for the sky to turn bright. I fucking hate scary films. I wish I could just go to your house and jump into your bed and sleep with you. I wish that you would be waiting for me to come and you would smile when you saw me and open your duvet for me to snuggle in. Then you would kiss me and tell me you would be able to look after me and stroke my hair and kiss my forehead as I lay next to you. But apparently we aren't meant to be. It feels so right to be with you, but we can't even be mature about this. I miss you.